I leaned over an' hit him a smart cut on the off shoulder, but he only humped a little, an' never lifted a foot.

I hit him another lick, with the selfsame result.

Then I got down an' I strapped that animal so't he couldn't move nothin' but his head an' tail, an' got back into the buggy.

Wa'al, bom-by, it may 'a' ben ten minutes, or it may 'a' ben more or less--it's slow work settin' still behind a balkin' hoss--he was ready to go on his own account, but he couldn't budge.

He kind o' looked around, much as to say, 'What on earth's the matter ?' an' then he tried another move, an' then another, but no go.